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Sweaty Little Fingers
Sweaty Little Fingers
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 once I caught a fish alive.
"That's not a fish! It's a tadpole!"
1,2,3,4,5 once I caught a tadpole alive
I loved the little fella and I wanted him to thrive
but he was too small for me so I made him dive
back into the water.
1 little frog hopping around. I bend and lift him from the ground. I wrap him up all safe and s...
Sunday 27th March 2016 4:09 pm
The Nameless Baby
The ghost of the unborn
Knife in hand.
Twisting heart piercing
Hurt until death,
Black gothic, silver ringlets
To no avail.
Ears that will always hear
A lost child’s cry.
Youths payback time
Uninformed decisions.
Mothers ruin
Drink it down.
Don’t cry someone will see.
Career girl.
Care free girl
She knows now.
Where was Mother
Holding back God.
It’s for the best
Work and car...
Friday 6th December 2013 3:11 pm
The Candy Train
on the please-come-in door
a bright brass knocker
and stained glass birds
rainbows on the walls
when the sun casts through
a dark scrolled shelf
hangs high in the hall
gleaming with candlesticks
cats dogs monkeys
and a clear glass train
its engine
full of coloured candy beads
glowing like jewels
up the stairs to bedtime
footsteps slow
...
Saturday 27th April 2013 12:39 pm

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